Fueled by a potent and dangerous mixture of liquid Americano and latent drowsiness, Eddie Fay, a failing and remotely human adolescent, made her way through the teeming city subway. The metro was swarming with the craziest of creatures, whom she tried to avoid with her life. New York was a strange place- A Galactic Gas-stop, so to speak. One day you see a hoard of half-winged mutant sub-specie in the allie way, the next they're nothing but ooze. The year was 3014 AD, and the place was New York, New York. It was sometime in the morning, and Eddie was only hoping that it wouldn't stay that way for long. To a morning person, they would have thought that the sluggish juvenile was a sign of impending hope for the possible future. But, there wasn't a future anymore. The future is now, and now, she's getting ready to be late for school. Again. Eddie signed and held her coffee like it was going to save her life--close to her chest and near to her heart, right where it ought to be. She took a sip quickly, and switched hands. The coffee was good, and it worked as some kind of glove that a friend of a friend would knit for you. They did it half right, knitting the inside the the utmost care, but completely disregarding the outside of the glove, but the over-priced liquid mitten did nothing for the steadily falling snow that danced in the air and sent assault planes of cold air into her nostrils. Hell, the snow wasn't even real. As she looked up into the gray polluted sky, she could see hang-crafted planes, meant to deliver the weather. There hardly was anything left of the ozone layer, so humans and other species alike helped as much as they could. Earth was now completely mechanic. Even deep below the sea, there are wave-generators. She used to hear that the sky was blue and the air was sweet, but those were just myths. The only thing sweet about the air she was breathing was her genetically modified cup of joe. Eddie walked towards the ticket machine and placed her coffee on the top of the hull. She rubbed her hands together and tapped the screen twice, switching on the monitor. A Life-size image of a train conductor flickered to life. Her form changed- first, to human, then to some other new-age beast and then an alien. On the left of the screen was a length of languages that now filled the Earth sky. Eddie tapped 'Old-American English' and 'Human'. The first figure, the train conductor, popped back on and gave a smile. " Welcome to the New York Station! My name is CARL. " Said the computer, holding out his hand like he wanted to shake. " Hello, CARL. " Eddie said in a monotone voice, and then slapped the holographic hand with a flick of her wrist and a roll of her eye. " To get a train pass, please press GET A TRAIN PASS. To cancel, please press CANCEL. " It went on like that for a while. Soon, Eddie sent over some of her hard-earned legal tender and collected her ticket. She grabbed her coffee and took a slip afterwards, refreshing her taste buds. Eddie sighed and watched her breath hang in the air for a moment, before it carbonized with the stale oxygen around it. She breathed through her nose and- oh, god, did she forget to brush her teeth? It smelled like a dragon's den. Now fueled by a potent and dangerous mixture of latent insecurity and a continued deliverance of drowsiness, she shoved her ticket into her pocket quickly, tightening the scarf around her neck like it was an arranged marriage that no one planned. Her flushed nose stuck out of the grey fabric while her lips were covered, causing a sensation that she didn't want to have. She buried herself deeper, shrinking her form into her shoulders and creating an extended home for herself in the yards of her homespun palace. And it really was one, too. Long and wide- something her mother gave her when she was convinced that she was going to be growing. Now look at her, barely a young lady and she had the body of someone half her age. Eddie stood a lousy five-foot nothing, and to put it into short terms, if you gave a height comparison between her and the deep end of a swimming pool, but cut out the deep end, you'd be stuck with a lengthy blown-out light-bulb by the name of Eddie. Eddie tightened the hat around her head and turned about, shuffling her cold feet. Standing in one position did no good for her warmth- She guessed skipping PE really was a bad idea. Maybe she could have learned something about how the body worked. Maybe she could have learned how to possibly keep herself warm in artificial temperatures under 60 degrees. And maybe, just maybe, she could learn the truth behind her short stature. It was sometime around seven, and the electric train was coming. This was a daily grind- wake up early, get dressed, head out the door, buy the ticket, and head off to school for God know's how long. With any luck, school will end shortly as she arrived, but that almost always meant a commute back to where she started. The bustling streets of New York never seized to tire her. She sighed, swiped her short black hair from her face and fastened the hat to her head. Eddie walked towards the platform and looked off the edge, just leaning in on the soles of her shoes. She didn't see the train, but- huh, was it going to be late? Eddie pulled up her sleeve checked her wrist watch, and it read 7:38 AM on the face. She sighed, and stuffed her hands back into her pocket, tearing at the edge of the ticket anxiously. She let out a sigh, watching the steam from her mouth curl upward into the sky and leave her. She closed her mouth and sighed through her nose. She had a feeling it was going to be a long day. Eddie stood there, ripping at the ticket and letting her mind wonder. She shuffled in her spot, not entirely sure what exactly she should do. Keep her legs warm, she supposed. And that's what she figured she ought to do. Every so often, when she shifted from one leg to the other, she would feel a spot of ice on the platform under her. She didn't pay any mind to it, she just listened to the conversations all around her. There was an argument behind her, and it got a little more violent with each word they shot at eachother. Someone claimed that the other stole something- a pick pocket. The other being that looked like something from Star Wars- who Eddie was rooting for mentally- said that they didn't do anything and they never saw the other in their life. Eddie chewed on the inside of her lip. She heard them cuss eachother out, and the accuser- who Eddie didn't take to kindly too already- shoved them lightly. The other shoved back, and did so in a way that didn't at all seem like the problem was going to resolve itself any time soon. The simple pushing escalated, and it did so into threats of murder and loud shoving and arguing. The being that Eddie didn't approve of gave the other a hard push- harder than before. Harder than needed, if you asked her, or anyone watching the scene. The possible pick pocket was sent backwards, and so was Eddie. The creature stumbled on their feet, their back hit Eddie's, and Eddie was sent tumbling down below. She only realized the seriousness of the situation when she finished her falling. She landed loudly, with a grunt and a thump. Eddie picked herself up, and found herself in some trouble she really didn't want to be in. Eddie stood up, albeit slowly and anxiously, and she looked up. Everyone was taller than her, and they were looking down at her in horror. Eddie, confused in the moments of her falling and getting up, tried to compose herself. She wiped her pants and collected her backpack, but that soon came to a stop when she heard the loud whistle of the electric train. Her heart sank to her stomach, and she felt that she was going to puke it back up and onto the tracks. The electric train was just as it was called- electric. It hovered in the air, vaporizing anything and everything in its path to make sure that no one was to be late to their appointment. This is what made Eddie so uneasy, because she knew that she was a sitting duck, and if she kept sitting, she surely wouldn't sit no more, Eddie panicked, staring off at the train as he rolled down the tunnel. It was still far away from her, sure, but from her past knowledge of Thomas the Two-Thousand Ton Tank Engine, trains built up speed over time. Eddie quickly scrambled towards the edge. Her being shorter than average really didn't help at all, what with the platform being nearly twice as tall as her. She grabbed onto the edge, trying her hardest to get leverage and to pull herself up. She screamed like a sinner in a church house. She could nearly feel the tracks rumble under her short stature, and that scared her witless. Eddie tried jumping on the wall once more, and she tried doing this while systematically screaming for help. It seemed to work, too, because the entire train station seemed to crowd around the situation. The train station, to a dictators point of view, was a well organized riot of sorts- something a dictator surely wouldn't approve of . Pedestrians were screaming for help, let it be waving at the impending train to slow down or the people reaching down to try and grab onto her arms and trying to do so in a way that would keep her from slipping, or pulling themselves down. An asexual being asexually reproduced in the back, and the child that was formed pointed, and that didn't help Eddie's composure at all. She was expecting the worse, so she couldn't possibly be dissapointed. Eddie was out of her sorts, shaking and scrambling and doing a mixture of the two at once. Her hands trembled over the sea of fingers and tentacles trying to help her up. She was scared silly, looking from the crowd, to the wall, to the train and back to the crowd. If you asked her, she wouldn't like when she'd tell you she was entirely convinced that she was going to die right then and there. As soon as it begun, she managed to see a way that it could possibly resolve itself out. She grabbed someone's wrist- a complete stranger, and who was going to be the complete death of her. She grabbed his wrist like she was going to die over it, and mind you--she might, and the someone hauled her up. Their efforts were not in vain- not yet, for the most part. They lifted her, Eddie trying as hard as she possibly could to make herself useful. The only thing she had been doing was trembling and hyperventilating and fidgeting. And who could blame her? She obviously wasn't in the right mind, or the right place at the right time. Time had never been one of her best qualities. Always late, always early, always at her worst. Time had never been one of her strong suits, but lord knew this was one of the choice times where it was apparent. The crowd pulled Eddie up, but again, not in time. It happened in an odd way. Almost silent, almost in a blink of an eye. There she was, with her legs just barely dangling off the edge. There she was, with her arms outstretched to anyone who could save her. There she was, passed out on the pavement, with her hands reaching for something lost and her legs being no where in sight. The train, coming at such speed, managed to take off everything from above her knees. It would be a miracle if she didn't bleed out on the New York metro station. Eddie Fay, a teenager who was just waiting for the train, was now waiting subconsciously for something to save her life.